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The Midnight Fog of Monterey Bay
The Midnight Fog of Monterey Bay
David J Walker
Yes, wet, and fertile
The air was like consuming sex
Forgetting to breath
Forgetting any need
Forgetting the flavors of dry
Or what I remembered of the
The perfect hue of any other
Night sky
Monterey Bay was my first
Dance partner
And I was its awkward first time
Teenager who would
Fall in love with the experience
Of fog
And would soon be gone
Retaining the memory
She would forget
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